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			<title>Prologue</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;He stared into my bloodshot green eyeswith frustration while I sobbed gently as I kept my chin high. Themore I looked into the windows of his soul, the more my confidencewas killing me slowly. I looked down at the ground, containing myselfbefore I lunged into his arms and buried my hea..</description>
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			<title>Too Shy</title>
			<description>&amp;nbsp;&amp;ldquo;Do you love me?&amp;rdquo;	I looked into her deep green eyes with confusion, debating myanswer. I let go of her golden curls that were deep inside between myfingers, careful not to hurt her. I looked at her flawless porcelainskin as I pondered my thoughts quickly not to enra..</description>
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			<title>Bittersweet The Beautiful</title>
			<description>Bittersweet|The|Beautiful	Mybrush strokes move in sync with the canvas to make gentle petals withthe bright iridescent orange paint. I work speedily and with easemoving my brush with the melody of a song that is treed inside myhead; her song. Fulminant inspiration does not seem to come..</description>
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			<title>Damned.</title>
			<description>You&amp;rsquo;ve got a smile that is one of a kind, you know.I know you feel saturnine, it&amp;rsquo;s evident, even though you regret us so,but damn, I cannot shake you, and I feel like you need to know.That I love you, I love you so,but damn, I&amp;rsquo;m so done and too distressed to know that w..</description>
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			<title>Colors</title>
			<description>Tellyou about colors, eh? Now why would you deserve such a thing?&amp;rdquo;		&amp;ldquo;Colorsare overlooked and unappreciated, just like us, you see. Yet they areangelic and pulchritudinous,and can tell you so much untold, almost in a way that words do.&amp;rdquo;	&amp;ldquo;Tellyou about red, y..</description>
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